Nar 23, 229: Free as a Bird

Free as a Bird
Summary: The Queen of Laniveer releases one of her birds with a divine nudge.
OOC Date: 25/July/2014 (OOC)
Related: None
Players:
Ophelie Valarius Dair 
Castle Garden - Castle Meade
The garden is hidden by trees of birch, yew and lilac bushes. Hanging from the trees are several wind-chimes. Annuals and perennials of every color and type spill out from their beds looking wild and untamed. An ambling flagstone path appears and leads past cultured herb and vegetable gardens.
Trees of peach, pear, cherry and apple grow wild and from the looks of them, they are quiet old. Then the path comes to a natural spring fed stream that cheerfully spills into a small pond that is littered with water lilies, cattails and other water flowers. Fish can be seen swimming about in the cool gray water.
Another flagstone path hidden by blueberry bushes and blackberry brambles can be seen this one leads into another area. This area contains large oaks and maples that stand proudly, like ancient guardians. There is also a small eating area here complete with a stone gazebo; the entire place is covered with ferns and velvet like grass.
Nar 23, 229 2E

It is evening time in Laniveer and the weather remains warm, but bearable as the sun marks its descent. Ophelie is in the garden with her usual contingent but she is walking around the garden with gloved hands and secaturs. A maid walks beside her with a basket to collect cuttings that Ophelie places therein. The oh so elegent woman oddly seems quite comfortable to this task.

A rustling of leaves overhead and nearby may startle the Queen as she goes along the garden, if there wasn't the guard assigned to the Priest standing nearby and looking rather perturbed about it. A piece of fruit falls toward him and he reclutantly catches it, while there's a youthful laughter from above. The Priest is up amongst the branches again, plucking the odd pieces of ripe fruit from them before they fall to waste. He slips down not long after getting a piece for his friend the guard, while collecting a juicy one for himself. He barely catches himself to land properly, but smiles smugly over at the guard, "You don't have to frown like that all the time." The guard turns a look toward the white haired Priest, watching with an impassive expression and not yet replying. Valarius just sighs and shrugs his shoulders, starting to head toward a path while biting into a rather juicy peach.

There is a glance over towards Valarius's guard with an arched brow as Ophelie notes the activity up in the trees. She glances up, waiting patiently for the priest to descend. "You take liberties with my trees priest." She comments before she lifts a hand to beckon him closer. The clippings in the basket are various herbs that an apothecary might collect. She continues upon the path before stopping at another bush to make some more clippings. "So which God removed the colour from your head?" She asks casually, less agitated then she was the day before so far at least.

Valarius casts a glance toward the Queen, a serene expression drawn on his face, even as a hand comes to his chin to wipe away the juices of a peach. A smile after he swallows the bite he took, "Is it really your tree? You're not the earth that makes it grow, nor the water that comes to let it drink, nor even the sunlight that descends upon it." He looks back at it, "And it did not seem to share a name with you, or even speak like you do. Nor does it walk like you do." The corner of his eye twitches, amusement sparking in the blue gaze, "And I'm most definitely assured that the fruit it bears is quite different." He chuckles lightly, no fear at all on his tone or in his laugh, just a sense of joviality of youth. He continues along and floats in the general direction she does, not particular to any one path, feasting on the peach plucked from the tree. "The Father," he replies simply enough, around a rather appreciated bite of fruit.

"It is my gardeners who tend the earth and provide it water when non falls from the heavens. It is my garden and it is by my direction it lives or dies." Ophelie responds as she glances back to Valarius pointedly as if he too falls into the last statement. She turns her gaze back to the plant before her and makes a snipping to place in the basket. "Eldwin would cut your toungue out for speaking so boldly." She comments though it is a smile that touches her lips at his response, "So the proof you provide is that Our god touched you and not one of the children you spoke so well of? So then what words did Viri pass on to you to aid in your proof?"

"They may tend the earth, but the earth is not yours to claim, for you did not make it, you only live upon it. I need not repeat the same sentiments of the water, do I? For who forms the clouds and brings moisture to rain?" He inhales deeply as if smelling rain at this very moment, shaking his head as he glances to the side, at an empty spot beside him, "It tastes like a peach. Though that is hardly a fitting description is it? A thing cannot taste of a word. Hah. Perhaps it is sweet like the honey of a bee, or the sugar of a cane." A pause, "Yes. Honey tastes like the golden nectar of a flower." He prattles on a little more like that, before his attention cuts back over toward Ophelie, likely failing to hear the threat of his tongue being cut out. He smiles, "Viri and Dair… and their Eight children, are as I said, in this together. Although Inouv has broken apart from his siblings and inspires creatures to feed on the light.. and any who bear the remnents of it within them." He looks up and sighs, "The mother, she is beautiful. Her eyes are filled with the stars. She loves her children and Viri loves her. She is awake, so am I. So are the children."

"I will not get into a debate on the ownership of the peach. A priest would turn it into a religious debate when it is a matter of property." Ophelie responds before moving along to the next plant. As he rambles on upon its flavour she glances back at him with an arched brow. The words though of the mother do cause her pause, but she turns her gaze from him so that is not readable. "What say the mother to you, that who has been silent so many years?" She asks in a low voice.

Valarius stops along the path when the Queen does, glancing at her with a reverence about him that should be noted, "She has been with me for many months now, but I did not know her true form, until I came to understand more of the Cosmos. She came to me and gave me a gift, that is the very child of her eyes. A star, to teach, to grow with, to learn and understand." He takes a moment to look to the empty spot, twisting around a little as if whatever he was looking upon scurried behind him, to hide behind his legs. There's a quick giggle, before he turns back to Ophelie, a lost look about him as if he forgot what he was to say. Then, a blink, "Oh yes. Dair. I did not know her name until the night Viri blessed me with a kiss upon my brow." A hand reaching to the sacred spot, fingers touching there briefly, to remember. He licks his lips, then carries on, "She said that I have been many forms and many faces, but that in this life, I am Valarius." He turns to the guard, grabs his hand, and plunks the half eaten peach in it. Grinning, he speaks even as the guard drops the peach and grouses about it, "The Father spoke of there being many cycles upon our world. The one we know best is seasonal. Where the trees change with the weather. This you understand. This we all understand. But what we do not understand is the cycle of something greater than that. A cycle of magic. Spiritual and the kind that people get burnt at the stake for - at least in Mobrin."

As the man starts to speak of Dair, Ophelie places her secaturs in the basket and dismisses her maid. One guard starts to move toward her but she lifts a hand to stay him as well. All that has spoken and worshipped in Laniveer was Viri and often referred to as the Father and the Mother as Dair's memory dwindled into nothing. Ophelia moves to a nearby bench and takes a seat. Gloved hands are placed upon her lap and she looks quiet and thoughtful before raising a hand as if to hush him as he speaks of the father again, "The mother…what else did the mother say? What does her voice sound like?" She says when finally she looks up to Valarius with the look of someone who has felt the touch of a ghost…or a god and knew not how to explain it.

Valarius murmurs, repeating it from a dream, "She spoke unto me: 'It has taken you while to hear us old man. Always seeking to those that are less fortunate. You are Valarius, this time. So many names, and you have been asleep for so long, no wonder it has taken you this long to awaken, my sweet boy.'…" He has drawn himself ove to sit in front of the Queen, yes, on the path, just folding his legs up beneath him, smiling at the spot beside her, "He is curious about you." This, a different subject than what the Mother said to him. Before answering, "She has a rich alto voice, quiet, with the warmth of a caring mother to it." A sigh, "She said, when I asked how long I have been sleeping, that I've been sleeping longer than written history." He tilts his head a little, "And she sent a child to walk with me, to help guide me on the many choices I must make." The blinking becomes dreamy and languid on this young man, "She wishes for me to show compassion, especially to those who are forgotten and weak. I will save as many as I can," here his eyes narrow and focus on Ophelie, "You will donate in large sums for the people, so they can eat… There are starving women and children in North of Mobrin and South of your own borders. Perhaps you can start there, if you care for your people."

Though she spoke much of the Cosmos and Viri on that meeting in the Throne room, it is clear the words of Dair is what is captivating her attention at this moment. A woman a moment before who threated to cut the tongue out of this man. She blinks at his words of Viri, "What does he wish to know of me?" She asks before he speaks of Dair's voice again and she looks over to Cri hanging low in the sky. Her eyes flutter close as ge continues to speak of Dair and her voice. "She called you a child with much to learn. I thought it was one of my maids whispering to me when we spoke, but it was not a voice I recognized. It was rich inside my mind but I could not explain how I heard the voice."

Valarius murmurs, repeating it from a dream, "She spoke unto me: 'It has taken you while to hear us old man. Always seeking to those that are less fortunate. You are Valarius, this time. So many names, and you have been asleep for so long, no wonder it has taken you this long to awaken, my sweet boy.'…" He has drawn himself ove to sit in front of the Queen, yes, on the path, just folding his legs up beneath him, smiling at the spot beside her, "He is curious about you." This, a different subject than what the Mother said to him. Before answering, "She has a rich alto voice, quiet, with the warmth of a caring mother to it." A sigh, "She said, when I asked how long I have been sleeping, that I've been sleeping longer than written history." He tilts his head a little, "And she sent a child to walk with me, to help guide me on the many choices I must make." The blinking becomes dreamy and languid on this young man, "She wishes for me to show compassion, especially to those who are forgotten and weak. I will save as many as I can," here his eyes narrow and focus on Ophelie, "You will donate in large sums for the people, so they can eat… There are starving women and children in North of Mobrin and South of your own borders. Perhaps you can start there, if you care for your people."
Though she spoke much of the Cosmos and Viri on that meeting in the Throne room, it is clear the words of Dair is what is captivating her attention at this moment. A woman a moment before who threated to cut the tongue out of this man. She blinks at his words of Viri, "What does he wish to know of me?" She asks before he speaks of Dair's voice again and she looks over to Cri hanging low in the sky. Her eyes flutter close as ge continues to speak of Dair and her voice. "She called you a child with much to learn. I thought it was one of my maids whispering to me when we spoke, but it was not a voice I recognized. It was rich inside my mind but I could not explain how I heard the voice."

"He says nothing but is curious of you…" Valarius murmurs quietly, since it didn't seem as important right then, not as important as the Queen's affinity toward Dair. He listens, nodding a slow languid tilt of his head at being called a child, "So I am. So she has said, I could be her grandchild… but a child still, with the requirement of learning ahead of me. Though I will pay whatever price I have to, to understand." His brows lift up a little at admission, grinning, "So she spoke to you. As she should, for you stand to represent her in your mortal duty as Queen." He folds his hands in his lap, "I would see many of her children survive the darkness that comes, the transition into a new age… a new cycle… You must allow me to speak to the people that you cannot touch as Queen. I must go into the slums, I must go into every alley.. I must speak to the masses… This is the only way that the Mother and Father can be heard by those you forget."

So much is passing through Ophelie's mind at present. The words of the Mother, Dair. Perhaps lost to many over the eons, but not to Ophelie. Indeed she has seen herself as a representative. A mother to her children and her people. She has claimed some rights that should be left to the gods perhaps, but to her mind such was justice. The hint about Magic was nearly lost in her churning thoughts. "Magic is merely the manipulation of science." She states almost in reflex, the belief of the Laniveer. The words about what she must do though raises her hackles a bit, "You can not tell me what I must do, you are but a priest. I protect my people." Though perhaps those protections are closer to home. As with most Royals there is much they do not see.

Valarius has his eyes lowered to watch something, a glance that seems to follow a line of movement that is otherwise simple air before him. His gaze lingers on Ophelie's side, her clothing perhaps, tilting his head as he watches some of the fabric shift and move. He speaks with his eyes out of focus, "The only way to save someone from the darkness is to show them the Light. Show them the truth. That is all we can do. Everyone has a choice, just as I did. I saw a child in need and I returned him to his mother. Some will turn their backs and leave the child wailing on the road. Some will abandon the child…" he looks sad as if he knew his own existence, his own origins to be familiar with that, "There is always a choice. I can tell them of that choice, but I cannot make them believe it. Some we cannot save… just as those I saw in the lands of Inouv. They are forever clawing to feed and enjoy the cycle they endure."
He draws his eyes up absently toward the Queen when she gets defensive, "I am Priest, a messanger of the Gods, the Mother, the Father, the Eight children…" he puts emphasis on that, saying softly, "I am the mortal connection to them, for if they simply came out of the sky and appeared before every single child upon this planet, there would be hysteria and there would be uprisings… Most mortals cannot hold the essence of our Makers in their minds and salvage their sanity after it. This is why we are here, serving as their in betweens." He pushes himself up now, rising from his seat, "You are correct in saying you do not have to do anything. You can do nothing and the very throne you sit on can go to another, who will do something. You -are- the Mother of these mortal lands. You forget the people who cook your bread, who scrub your floors, who grow your flowers… You forget those on the fringes of your lands as they starve from war ravaged fields that did not produce yields." His tone was becoming more pious, more compelling to listen to, more infectious with the holy authority, "War kills your children and you worry about a single peach plucked from a tree that did not grow by your doing." He lifts his brow as if to be contested, "You forget the hungry childrem born to the slums, ribs showing, tears cried, with no mother to come for them." His tone lowers, "These are the people I can help, these are the people my clergymen can help. The Temple could do much with the donation you could provide from your gilded throne."

Ophelie listens quietly to his words, though it is with a mix of growing unease and agitation. The words hit nerves no doubt, a feeling she is rather not comfortable with dealing with. Her lips part to utter words in her defence before she instead rises and looks to the man, "You forget your place priest. You know not how I feel for my people." She shakes her head as she moves to step away from him, "So in the end it is about gold. Surely the gods who you serve will provide if they are so concerned without me having to line your pockets." She looks over to Valarius's guard, "Take him from my sight until he learns his place."

"It is about feeding people, clothing people, buying the herbs necessary to -treat- them of their malnourishment and their illnesses that your dirty streets have caused, while you sit in your pretty little gardens…" He says this as the guard grabs him and he tries to swing his arm free of the grip, "IT is your place to feed your children, to keep them save.. not to send them to war to die! Not to allow them to go hungry and be ignorant of the TRUTH." He harks out as his one arm is twisted back, but even through a wince he tries to fight, to implore the woman, "I'm trying to save your soul! You have -everything- …. Your gluttony will be your undoing! You must give to make penance!"

Dair to Ophelie: There is some wisdom in those words. The voice is but whisper soft and quiet almost like a voice carried on a breeze during a warm summer's night.

Ophelie is a woman of pride and a mother. Those two parts of herself are certainly having a battle of wills at the moment. The agitation clear with the woman has drawn one of her own guards to help restrain the priest and move him away from her at least a safe distance until she gives orders on what to do to him. His words batter against her and she takes them seemingly unflinchingly though her fingers clinch into fists at her sides. Suddenly she looks up and away from Valarius as if she heard a voice, "Mother give me guidance.." She whispers softly. Words she had uttered before in the privacy of the chapel, but never has she expected a response before now.

Valarius looks up toward the second guard coming to restrain him, gritting his teeth as with really little effort, they eventually get him to pitch forward and hold him kneeling before Ophelie. There had been some growlings made between the two guards and the Priest, and so for now, the young man starts to repeat prayers… first of the Cosmos, then of the Eight.

Ophelie makes no move for some time before she looks back sharply to Valarius, "Do not cause stress to my people already they have suffered during this war. If I hear of riots because of your words, your life will be forfiet." Ophelie says before her jaw tightens, "The temple will get their donation and if I hear it lining their pockets and not going to the poor and needy you talk so passionately of, you will be brought back before me yourself to explain it." She makes a gesture to the guards to release the man. "Do not make me regret this."

Valarius looks over toward the ground beside him, where the guard's feet aren't, "Then… we save those who are in the cross between the dark and the light, so they do not choose the dark." He looks up over toward Ophelie, closing his eyes with a defeated shake of his head, "I wanted to save them, but I knew they are too consumed…" He sighs noisly, then jerks his head up at that, "A war that you brought upon them." As for the matter of his life being forfiet, there isn't even a blink of fear in him, "My mortality is what it is. I know where I'll be should it come to pass that I'm no longer able to remain here." As he's released upon a gesture and she agrees to sending donation, he slowly rises back to his feet and inclines his head, "I serve none but the gods and the gods work through me. I shall be doing their bidding with your blessed gifts. Any hint of corruption will be disappointing, though even in the church, not all men are without the darkness in them. Only those touched by the Light can truly walk without fear." He bows his white silver topped head and turns, to leave her be.

Ophelie cants her head at Valarius's first words. "Even a queen cannot save all her people Priest. You expect much of me that even you admit you can not provide no matter that the gods have blessed you. Donations go out and priests get richer. See that this one makes a difference." She shakes her head at Valarius's words of war, "A war started so long ago I dare say it was lost who shot the first arrow. I will defend my people, do not think it does not effect me that lives are lost in that defense. Mine own blood fights amoung the soldiers. I am not untouched." She nods slightly to the priest, "See that you are not amoung those corrupt. I would hate to have unleashed a greater evil upon the city."

A sadness seems to spread over the cheerful youth, "No. There is life and there is death. There is good and there is evil. There are those who will have and those who will not. There are those who care and those who do not." He licks his lips, "Your a Queen… That is a great expectation. You are raised among your peers to lead them. So lead them and do not forget them at the fires of the front." He shakes his head, "Do they? I would not know. I carry all that I possess, which is often what I wear. These robes… made by the hands of a common woman, her gift to me. She insisted." The red robes. That is the difference. Perhaps the only difference as to why he wears them and not the ones of the church. There's a sad sigh and he goes on, murmuring, "They will not lay down their swords to defend a border that does not exist except for on maps they make. It is a curious concept… but greed will make men fight over invisible lines."

Ophelie nods to his words, but for now she has said her peace to him. She turns to one of his guard, "See him delivered of the payment and ensure it used as discussed."

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